Silje Nergaard Album

How come these precious things were made to seem remote
How come the words I weighed were forced back down my throat
There was no room for honesty
No quarter that was mine
No noble cause
I tried fake a life
To fool those snapping jaws

From here I dare to launch my flimsy paper boats
I shove each gently from the shore but guard it where it floats
They must not drift too far from me
I still sense danger and
They are too frail
In time they'll catch the wind
And fly with billowed sail

Why did he have to make such darkness out of blue
Ok there's sadness in his life he didn't get to choose
Why did he needed to feel a reassuring hand
Before he seemed to understand
You stumble free... or let it be

Too late I saw my words were cutting him in two
Saw him clutching at the straws he couldn't bear to lose
He said that given time he knew it would come right
And how he longed for warmth and light
So he could see how things should be

Then my feet left the ground
And my words became a string of sounds
He gave me that old sad look and fell in line
And at this sign
Everything I'd said just slipped from my mind
'cause my feet left the ground
So glad once more it's me he'd found
Got rid of the dark and clung to the blue
What more could I do
Everyone knew that I was dreaming

He and I can stay in this tiny patch of blue
They are so close together colours that we use
I just needed to hear him say he understands
Before I dare to show my hand
And stumble free... or let it be

When my feet left he ground
All my words became a string sounds
He gave me that old sad look and fell in line
And at this sign
Everything I'd said just slipped from my mind
'cause my feet left the ground
So glad once more it's me he'd found
Got rid of the dark and clung to the blue
What more could I do
Everyone knew that I was dreaming

They won't ever find us here
Believe me... that's the truth now
It's not that hard to disappear
You've just got to know how
His eyes meet hers and he sees how she's
Busy fighting back the tears

We'll be just fine... you wait and see
He hopes his words will calm her
From here on in it's you and me
He'll let nobody harm her
Her hands in his on the table-top
Tranna make the shaking stop

How I wonder whose they are
Those lives we only can watch from afar
How I wish that we could show
That we can care and long to know
How it goes... that we could see
Beyond the way things seem to be
The way they seem to be

They pay and leave... the bus is due
The night is growing colder
He says this coat's just made for you
And slips it 'round her shoulders
They climb aboard and become to us
Just two faces on a bus

How I wonder whose they are
Those lives we only can watch from afar
How I wish that we could show
That we can care and long to know
How it goes... that we could see
Beyond the way things seem to be
The way they seem to be...

Welcome to the wastelands
I guess you saw the sign
Saying... plots of land to let
Where all those broken hearts can pine

A place where no-one says that you
Must get back in the game
But let you take your own sweet time
And you just let them do the same

All who walk the wastelands
Feel they're branded someone's fool
All who walk the wastelands
are hurting bad but won't let sadness rule

The landscape is forbidding
The trees are hung with dew
But no-one ever comes to visit here
For the climate or to see the view

The wastelands must stay barren
So hearts can freely sow
The seed that thrives on all their bitterness
Well-knowing it won't ever grow

All who walk the wastelands
Feel they're branded someone's fool
All who walk the wastelands
Know that Love can be so cruel
All who walk the wastelands
Are still missing what they had
All who walk the wastelands
Are hurting bad but won't let sadness rule

When Judy falls
The word goes out to
One and all
When Judy falls
The whole world seems
To heed her haunting call

And when she falls
It marks the start
Of Spring
The air is filled with bird-song
And Nature sings along
When Judy falls

When Judy falls
Her hopes are oh so high
She's walking tall
And when she falls
She's hoping she's the apple of some eye

But if she falls... in vain
We'll surely hear... the sound
Of hopes that start to crumble
And silent birds that tumble
To the ground

Love is always new
When Judy makes the rules and breaks them too
Love is never old
She doesn't wait around till hearts grow cold
She believes in weaving dreams
And nothings ever what it seems
When Judy falls
Oh when Judy falls

But if she falls... in vain
We'll surely hear... the sound
Of hopes that start to crumble
And silent birds that tumble
To the ground

Lead me to the sand and sea
Sit a while beside me... and I won't mind
Wait until the tide has turned
To see what's left behind

Then I'll search for things to save
Wake me if I'm dreaming
And if all I've planned starts
streaming through my fingers
Out of hand... grains of sand

Let the woman I'll become
Dare to walk the shoreline...
and to ride the wave
Let the ocean show its might
But leave me feeling brave

When all else is washed from sight
Wake me if I'm dreaming
And if all I've planned starts
streaming through my fingers
Out of hand... grains of sand

Never let me hide away
In caves and shun the light of day
Let the waters gently steer
Me to my moorings far from fear
so I might come to comb this beach
Seeing what my eye can reach
And knowing that a heart can open here...
open here

Lead me to the sand and sea
Sit a while beside me... and I won't mind
Wait until the tide has turned
To see what's left behind

A door left ajar
lets whispering from afar
breath life into... a dream of me and you

I will the spark to die
But still it lights my eye
Still makes me feel that this alone is real

And though I know it
I dare not show it... or let this madness makes a kill
By dwelling on what might have been
Or giving sadness space to fill
I'll balance on the edge a while but won't... fall in

I'll retrace every step
I've ever run or crept
Hoping I will see what is bleeding me

And when I know it
I won't show it... or let this madness make a kill
By dwelling on what might have been
Or giving sadness space to fill
I'll balance on the edge a while but won't... fall in

Aren't you cured yet?
I would have thought
Living ought
To have helped you get
Some vague idea of what is causing you such pain
And why the remedies you try are all in vain

Aren't you cured yet?
You must admit half of it's
Some hidden depth
That someone said that you were owed and should be met
The more you're paid the bigger it all gets

Why aren't you cured by love?
It's your sugar-coated pill and meant
To cure every ill
Why aren't you cured by love?
But still suffering and sending it the bill
Why aren't you cured by love?

(Credits: Music: Silje Nergaard | Lyrics: Mike McGurk | Drums: Jarle Vespestad | El. Bass: Finn Guttormsen | Fender Rhodes piano: Helge Lien | Acc. Guitar: Bjørn Charles Dreyer | Flutes & Clarinets: Magnus Lindgren | Woodwind Arrangements: Magnus Lindgren)

Words yet unspoken
Some promise unbroken
These are the tokens I cling to

Kisses ungiven
Dreams yet unlived in
These are the gifts I can bring you
Can bring to you ... so tell me

Who goes there
Step out of the night and just show me you care
Take these gifts that I bear ... and I will know
Love is here
Who goes there
Do you come as a friend or a foe ... and if so
Should I stay ... should I go
I need to know
I need to know

Tantos caminhos
Sempre a seu lado
Fomos deixando pra trás

O amor sozinho
Foi se perdendo
Agora é tarde demais
Demais
Pra voltar

Who goes there
Step out of the night and just show me you care
Take these gifts that I bear ... and I will know
Love is here
Who goes there
Não sei pra você o que sou
se acabou ... and if so
Should I stay ... should I go
Eu preciso saber
I need to know

(Credits: Music: Silje Nergaard | Lyrics: Mike McGurk | Portuguese lyrics: Márcio Faraco | Duet with Márcio Faraco | Acc. Bass: Finn Guttormsen | Acc. Guitar: Hallgrim Bratberg | Shaker: André Ferrari | Backing Vocals: Silje Nergaard, Frerik Otterstad, Heine Totland & Pål Svenre | Strings: Stockholm Session Strings (see Extra Credits) | String Arrangement: Magnus Lindgren)
(Extra Credits: Stockholm Session Strings:
Violin: Ulf Forsbeg (Concert Master), Anders Hjorvfall, Roland Kress, Mira Malik, Hanna Boström, Renate Klavina, Martin Stensson, Bo Söderström, Jan Isaksson, Janika Gustafsson, Torbjörn Bernhardsson, Monika Stanikowska, Dag Alin, Christian Bergqvist, Saara Nisonen-Oman, Per Hammarström
Viola: Elisabeth Arnberg, Carmilla Svarfvar, Hans Akeson, Marius Mateescu, Ann Christin Ward, Åsa Stove-Paulsson
Cello: Astrid Lindell, Monica Jönsson, Anna Ljungberg, Åsne Volle, Jana Boutani
Double Bass: Ingalill Hillerud, Peter Lysell, Michael Karlsson)

If Love is strange... a lover's even stranger
He'll tell her she outshines his wildest dreams
But given time he'll try to rearrange her
To fit within the fabric of his schemes

Oh... what became of "stay the way you are, love"?
Why change the very things you loved me for?
What became of "stay the way you are"?
The way I was before you called me yours

If Love is blind... a lover's even blinder
Her charm he'll say has brought him to his knees
From that day on he'll search but never find her
The woman she's become will fail to please

Uh... what became of "stay the way you are, love"?
Why change the very things you loved me for?
What became of "stay the way you are"?
The way I was before you called me yours

(Credits: Music: Silje Nergaard | Lyrics: Mike McGurk | Acc. Guitar: Bjørn Charles Dreyer & Hallgrim Bratberg | Dobro guitar: Finn Guttormsen | Backing vocal: Jan Ingvar Toft)

[No lyrics]

What is the use of words
If they don´t make her seen or heard?
She watches dust to dust unstirred
Though left behind
She is too weak to grieve or blame us,
We who leave.

There is no hour of bliss
When ignorance can lead to this.
Don´t let the hand of time be kind
And smooth her gently from my mind.

Let me be troubled.
Let me be troubled.

Where on the road did I lose my way
Not knowing where it will wind?
How can I find that road?
I need to explain where I went amiss
And tell her I will save her from all of this...
From all of this.

These are the words of a fool
And heads not hearts must rule
I hear you say that minds can be so slow to see what hearts just know.

Let me be troubled.
Let me be troubled.

Where on the road did I lose my way
Not knowing where it will wind?
How can I find that road?
I need to explain where I went amiss
And tell her
I will save her from all of this...
From all of this.

Where on the road did I lose my way
Not knowing where it will wind?
How can I find that road?
I need to explain where I went amiss
And tell her
I will save her from all of this...
From all of this.